Gored flesh dances around the edge of the bonfire, the memories tattooed into the meat fading into the sky with the withering smoke forever forgotten by the part of the whole.
Bone charred with red hot ember, the once great structure of man torn apart by the unforgiving hands of flame dragging form and matter deeper into the bowels of the pyre.
Eyeballs sizzle and squirt, the window to the soul closed for eternity with curtains of ever changing conflagration, creating from man a new configuration.
And as I spy you, your being corrupted by the flicker of destruction, I sense a spark of jealously, a feeling of warmth, what a wonderful way to go. Brushed away like embers on a hearth.
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